Disclaimer: All things that JK Rowling has created is hers, since she copyrighted it. This means I don't claim to own this story at all, it's all just for personal pleasure. I don't make money on it so if you sue me I'll cry... A/N: This is not to be taken seriously, or is it?
While he walked there, hurt and confused, he realized she was right. in fact, she had been right all along, he had just been too bloody stupid to understand. Instead of blaming himself, he had blamed her, yelling like the Weasly he was. And then the thought was gone and he ended up hating her for that selfassured smile saying she was right. "Bloody stupid bitch" he muttered as he walked by the quidditch field.Hermione, sitting where she always did (in the library, that is) and doing what she always did (reading, that is), found herself having a hard time concentrating on what she was reading. This being Hermione it was very rare. She should at least had been able to relate her situation to what she was reading, reading being her way of therapy and all. But she couldn't even do that, all she could think of was that stupid git. How dared he talk to her like that? Ungrateful, he said. Mean! He called Her, the nicest, most considirate and best-graded person on Hogwarts, Mean! She'd get him for that, her righteous talk wasn't enough. He would suffer for that.
"Mean, my ass" she muttered and turned her concentration towards the book once more.
As he walked through the corridors, muttering for himself, Draco gave murdering glances towards anyone, or anything, that came his way. He was in a foul mood today and felt like insulting someone. Come to thing about it, he was Always in a foul mood and always felt like insulting someone. But today he had decided not to take his two mindless bodyguards with him just to be sure he would get some. ('some' not being refered to as 'it'.) He noticed some third years talking and gigging while standing by a remarkably ugly statue of who-knows-what. Draco, being fed up with all this 'you-know- who-crap' decided to call it a grinch.
"Well well, what have we here" he said smirking and looking generally pleased with himself.
Harry walked through the corridors of Hogwarts feeling like a good boy who cared for everyone. In fact, his only reason walking through the corridors was to find someone to save. If he were lucky he might even bump into Malfoy, he thought smiling. Then he caught himself and rewrote that sentence in his head.
"If I'm unlucky, I might bump into Malfoy doing something really mean and Malfoyish" he said to himself.
Suddenly he heard noices in front of him and hurried down the hall to save some ass. And as he had expected, he saw Malfoy harrasing some third years. This was particulary bad since he himself was in his fith year, and harrasing younger students was very wrong, according to Harry. And so he rushed forwad with a heroic line on his thoughts. Now, the famous Harry Potter would save some innocent girls from the evil grip of Slytherins prince of evil, Draco Malfoy.
A/N: Hmm, should this be put into the humor-category? It's not even funny, is it? Oh well, I'll just continue on it later.
